Page 136 of Boss of the Year

Lucas sat up on his knees, taking my thighs and moving them around his waist before he moved back down to cover me. “Squeeze me. Yes, just like that. Does that help?”

To my surprise, it did. He slid in deeper still, and I arched against him, this time out of pleasure as the thick base of his cock rubbed against my clit. “Oh!”

“You take me so well.” His lips skimmed my temple as he started to move with more rhythm. “Just like I knew you would.”

I squirmed against him, needing more, but having no clue how to do it. “Lucas, please. I need?—”

“I know, sweetheart.” Balanced on one hand flattened beside my shoulder, he slid his other hand between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. “Does that feel good?”

“Umm.” I was reduced to a simple moan.

He thrust again, harder now, and my breath hitched. Not from pain—not anymore—but from a ripple of something deep just beneath it.

“I knew you’d be perfect at this, perfect for me,” Lucas mumbled as a droplet of sweat made its way down his forehead. His pace was careful, but growing more confident, fully on his way to unraveling completely. “Knew it the second I saw you. Saw that mouth. That beautiful body. You can’t hide from me, Marie. You canneverhide from me.”

Somehow, through the haze of sensation and the tears clinging to my lashes, I believed him.

“I didn’t know,” I whispered.

That feeling was building like a kettle ready to boil over. Oh, God, I wanted to sing like that kettle. Wanted the pressure to be released.

“I didn’t know how—oh,Lucas—howgoooooood?—”

“That’s it, baby. Fall apart for me.” His hips and fingers moved with his words. “Just. Like.That.”

The orgasm slammed into me like a wave, and I was the shore on which it broke. A sob burst from my throat as pleasure crashed through me. The release and the fullness and the heat of him inside me—ohGod, it was so much, too much.

Hot tears spilled down my face as my body and soul shattered.

“Lucas.” His name was a plea and a gasp. Lost in this sea of too many emotions to count.

Lucas’s groan was raw as he thrust deep one last time and came with me.

“Fuck, Marie—fuck,” he rumbled against my neck, pulsing and still moving in instinctive rolls of his hips that drew the pleasure out. “You’re perfect. So fucking sweet and perfect. I knew it. I always knew it.”

But I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t stop crying. Tears spilled and sobs choked the scant words I had.

“Marie?” Balanced on both forearms now, Lucas framed my face with his hands. “Baby—fuck—did I hurt you?”

“Oh my God,” I whimpered in between gasps. “I’m okay, I’m just—why am I—what’s wrong with me? Do people usually cry during sex?” I tried in vain to blink my tears away. It didn’t work.

“You’re okay.” Lucas looked like a relieved statue as he managed to regain his breath. “I think it’s…only when it…means something.”

“You—” I hiccupped. “Youthink?”

Our eyes met. And then we both laughed—well, I laughed and cried at the same time, which I hadn’t thought was possible until then.

“Ithink, yeah.” Lucas was still chuckling. “That part…it’s a first for me too.”

As our laughter died down, we stared at each other again. Lucas wiped the lingering tears from my eyes before he kissed the rest of them away.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “You gave me a gift tonight. I’ll never forget it.”

My arms came around his shoulders, holding him close. “You’re not going to leave me now, are you? If I find another note in the morning, I will send Xavier to hunt you down. You’ll rot in a British prison.”

That provoked another soft chuckle before his kiss found my cheek. He burrowed into me, showing no signs of moving, not even to pull out. I didn’t want him to either.

“Not unless you ask,” he said. “Although I should probably clean you up, sweetheart.”